Anon Getting Domed With Luna by Anon

>Requesting green of Anon getting domed with Luna.

Just for you. 1/5

>year three in Equestria
>you were about to return to Earth
>the Princesses had done magical research and found a way
>Pinkie Pie and her friends had thrown you a farewell party, earlier this evening
>most everyone has gone home
>Celestia left early
>she has to raise the sun in the morning
>now it's just you and Luna, sitting together, chatting
>"Thou know'st, friend Anonymous, We've almost never seen thee laugh."
>she's had a bit to drink, and that brings out the archaic "royal We" and "thee" and "thou" talk for her
"I know, Moonie. I'm just melancholy by nature, and knowing I have to leave doesn't help."
>"Thou know'st, too, that it be necessary, and why."
"I understand. I'm just not happy about it."
>Purplesnark's research had revealed that your presence in Equestria was weakening the interdimensional barriers, and not just between Earth and Equestria
>her research had required her to create an entire new vocabulary to describe groups of not-quite-parallel worlds
>"worldskeins" of almost-parallel intertwined histories
>your world had had its problems
>but there were vastly worse places out there
>and they couldn't take the risk that scientists in a timeline where the Nazis won the Second World War might find a way to visit parallel timelines, and invade Equestria
>the research teams had gotten glimpses of a hundred horrifying dystopias
>the CoDominium, a spacefaring civilization grown from an alliance between the US and USSR against China in the 1970s, creating a horribly brutal and efficient police state
>the Domination of the Draka, in which Dutch South Africa conquered the rest of the continent in the 19th Century to become a superpower--
>a brutal, ruthless superpower that crushed and enslaved the rest of humanity
>a world where Mao and the Chinese had won World War III in the early 1960s and exterminated the rest of humanity, making the planet into one vast gulag

2/5

>other Earths were depopulated by nuclear war or asteroid impact
>they saw parallel Equestrias too
>in some of them, Celestia had looked out upon parallel Earth histories and gone a little mad when she realized both the degree of the danger and the sheer magnitude of the horror and suffering
>and that world's Tia, gentle, soft-hearted, kindly, loving Tia, decided to try to help humanity by invading their worlds and magically turning them into ponies, whether they were willing or not
>those always ended badly
>there were even some Equestrias where the barriers between worlds had become so weakened that humans and other interdimensional travelers ended up there, by accident or design, almost daily
>and many of the humans were would-be conquerors or worse, and some of the beings that came to visit--or hunt--weren't even approximately human
>the Princesses imprisoned humans on sight in those worlds, sent back those they could, kept the rest in a sprawling concentration camp just outside of Canterlot
>your versions of Celestia and Luna were debating contacting those worlds, and letting them know that keeping any humans around was worsening the problem
>but that raised the moral question of what else they could do
>put the concentration camp on an uninhabited parallel world outside the Equestrian worldskein, perhaps?
>"...and thou know'st that We love thee, Tia and We both, and Twilight and her friends as well, but We have found to our sorrow that for this problem, love be not enow."
"I know, Moonie. And you know I'd do anything for you. I'm just thinking about how much I'm going to miss all of you."
>"And not seeing thee laugh is a pain in mine heart to match that."
"I'm just not that sort of fellow, I suppose."
>"Aye. Last year, when thine wisdom teeth had to be removed, even the happy-gas brought not e'en a smile for thee."
>she prods you with a hoof and a corner of her mouth quirks up

3/5
>you look at the floor sourly
"It would have helped if the dentist had told me what she was going to do instead of just jamming that rubber mask on my face."
>"She DID apologize--after thou panicked like a foal, and they had to strap thee down and summon an anesthesiologist to send thee to slumber by magic before they could begin their work."
"Don't remind me."
>"And thou missed all the fun. Thou art as dour as a bear, Anonymous. We trow, We could bring thee the prettiest, deftest, most compleat dilly-mare in Canterlot, to take thine pillock in her mouth and give thee most skillful suck, and thou wouldst but scowl at her."
"I love you too, Moonie."
>she nuzzles you, and puts a forelimb around your shoulders
>"And we love thee too, in truth. We love thine courage and resolve, thine strength of will. We have not forgotten the stand thee made 'gainst Tirek when he came, futile though it was. Thou'rt fierce as a tiger when thine friends are in danger, nor have We forgotten that thou saved Our life. And if we were a few hundred years younger..."
>she let the sentence trail off
>"But life is short, each day's a gift. And the hour grows late, dear Anonymous. Let us not speak falsely now."
>"The Element of Kindness gave us one last gift to give thee, and I would fain share it with thee this night, if thou'rt willing."
"Oh?"
>she brings out a smallish box and opens it
>and pulls out a--glass bottle? a flask? it takes you a moment to recognize it
>a bong? what?
>Luna grins at you
>"Goodwife Fluttershy sends this with her blessings, plus fifty grams of Zebrican hashish. She says that this can bring laughter to anyone and testified to its efficacy."
"Are you sure about this, Moonie?"
>she carefully pours water into the bong from a pitcher
>"We trust her implicitly, and we'd not offer thee anything harmful. And anyway," she says, unwrapping the packet of hashish and loading the pipe with it, "We feel the need for a good laugh Ourselves, tonight."

4/5
>you hug her
"I'm sorry I have to go, Moonie. You know I'd stay if I could," and give her a kiss on the cheek
>"Be cautious with thine lips. Thou knowest We find thine kisses go to Our head faster than wine."
>she smiles at you, but it's a sad smile
>"But enough memories of things that can't be."
>she levitates a candle over and uses it to light the pipe, and takes an enormous hit, the pipe gurgling
>she closes her eyes, a bit of smoke streaming from her nose, making her look a bit like a dragon
>and within seconds is leaning towards you
>she croaks out the words, "As We believe the youth say today, 'fuck yeah,'" and blows out a plume of smoke
>"Woudst thou care to join us? A lady doesn't like to smoke alone."
>oh, what the hell, you think
"Anything to make you happy, Moonie."
>"Huzzah! Now do as We did, and we think you'll be pleased."
>she holds the pipe to your mouth, and re-lights it
>you suck in the heavy, resinous smoke, trying not to choke
>and hold it in
>within seconds you begin to feel the faintest bit dizzy
>"Oh, well done! Now you and We shall take turns."
>you lean forward, to kiss her gently on the lips
>her eyes flash open, but she does not turn away
>and you pass the smoke to her, from your mouth to hers
>"Oh, such a gentlestallion! And, in truth, We did not lie about thine lips."
"I wish we'd talked about our feelings earlier."
>"T'would have come to sorrow regardless, and there's less sorrow in parting as friends than as lovers, We trow."
>you see tears at the corners of her eyes
>and slowly stand, and put your hands on the back of her head, to kiss them away
>she enfolds you in a downy soft hug with her wings
>"Don't make Us weep, Anonymous. Not tonight."
>you run your fingers through her soft, soft mane
>and hand her the bong
"I think it's your turn."
>the bong goes back and forth many times
>she speaks of her memories of you in the past few years

5/5
>the little pranks, and big ones
>your dour reputation and poker face lent themselves perfectly to the role of straight-man
>when Celestia pretended to be an alcoholic
>and left Luna to raise and lower the sun herself, run the government and military herself
>and you'd then brought her the cake with the note that said
>"Well, you DID want to take over and rule Equestria. How are you liking it? Happy Birthday, C."
>she'd been outraged then, but she laughs about it now
>and her laughter is infectious, soon you're laughing along with her
>you can't help it, you're giddy--a strange feeling, for you
>and she looks at you
>there's something in her eyes, happy and wistful at once
>"Thou'rt a handsome enough fellow, in thine fashion, when thou art mirthful. We trow, seeing thee thus makes Us mirthful."
>"We wish we could have seen it more."
"I know, Moonie. And I love seeing you laugh too. You don't laugh enough."
>the bong sits on a table
>the two of you sit on the couch, your arms around her, her wings around you
>"Would that this night could last forever. We could be content to be in thine arms like this."
"Everything ends, Moonie."
>"We trow, and We'll miss thee."
"And I'll miss you."
>"Mayhap a way can be found for us to meet again, in the world of dreams."
"I'd like that."
>and while the two of you talk, a white alicorn watches unnoticed, from the doorway, a wistful smile on her face, then turns to walk silently down the hallway to her chambers

End